I am having a blast being a mother. I admit that I didn’t think I would. For a long time, kids scared the crap out of me. However, now that I have this little rough-and-tumble four-year old boy, I find that I am allowed a certain amount of freedom that I never had before. I’m allowed to roll in the grass without people looking at me like I’m insane. I’m allowed to shout; “Oh, no! Quick! Hot lava is coming! Run to the bench!” and no one will report me to the police for disrupting the peace.
Inasmuch as I love playing with my son, sometimes there are moments that are just plain embarrassing no matter what. Point in case, yesterday as I was giving Hazen a piggy-back-ride from the park, I inadvertently ate a bug. The darned thing flew right in my mouth as I was saying; “Yes, Buzz Lightyear!” I tried to cough it out, but I think the thing had targeted my tonsils.
As disgusting as it was, I managed to laugh it off, counting it as another adventure in motherhood.
Then we went into a restaurant to have ice-cream. The very good-looking waiter that has frequently tended to us when we make a stop in there was happy to explain what choices they had for desserts. And, bless my son’s little heart, Hazen had to inform the waiter that; “Mommy ate a bug!”
I was mortified. And amused, but mostly mortified. Especially when the waiter asked; “Well, did it taste any good?”